Howth in Spring

Let’s go out among the heather 
Leave the Spanish students behind
We’ve nowhere else to be right now
I’m switching off my mind.

Footstep after footstep
Harbour suburb melts away
Rounding a high clifftop corner
Lapis sea displayed

I’m following your footsteps on this path
Like I’ve done since ‘91
You’re my leader and my measure
Behind you I’m no one

We descend through moss green thicket
To find the rocky shore

Stripped of all our clothing
We’re human. Nothing more


My love for you is still.
Ever present;
if tame.

Like a pond.

Not uncomplicated

Beneath the surface there are tangles and stirrings.
It can get murky
Sometimes I'm not sure I see you

But you're not a sea.
I'm not bowled over or rendered powerless by your tidal moods.

You're not a river.
You don't cut corners or sneak.

You're deep enough to house me
Calm enough to soothe me

let me step into you.
Wash me clean

Soft water, hard sand

The name of this page was inspired by Irish seascapes. The uniqueness that they possess. The smell of grass and silage close to saltwater. The life that breathes through everything. The sun but not the dead heat. Constant movement; vulnerability meeting danger.

I hope that you like, and feel, some of what is shared here.